our very own

a friend and i know of a place, back into the woods near her house. further back past the clearing where kids go to smoke, and where we held our illegal end of summer camp out. its up a steep hill and through a broken fence. this place is really nothing to look at. its a random cement walkway/bridge structure, currently covered in wet leaves, going over the stream the stems from the swampy mess of a drainage lake.

but were making it ours.
step by step.

step 1: the clean up. we’ll sweep off all the leaves, clean up all the surrounding garbage.
step 2: the fresh start. we’ll combine our funds and buy massive amounts of white paint and huge rollers. repaint the entire bridge clean, empty white.
step 3: the make over. spray paint, regular paint, markers, anything we can get our hands on. we’ll fill the space with messages, quotes, pictures, words, anything that comes to mind. we’ll plant new trees and flowers all around it. maybe bring furniture. maybe bring a firepit. maybe bring nothing. we’ll see.

we know we cant tell EVERYONE, only the people who would truly appreciate it. the people who could add to it, the people who could gain from it. but it will truly be ours. for whatever we want. we could go there whenever we wanted, and chances are no one else would find it. or us.

we dont have to tell anyone what happens there. whats said, whats done, whats felt. we dont have to explain why we write what we write on the cement. we dont have to impress anyone with our wit or cleverness. we can make it silly, or dark, or nonsensical. we can make it all three. we could make it, and never go back again. just leave it for someone else someday.

no rules
no limits

complete freedom

and honestly, thats all we’re looking for

@2 years ago